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Twin Souls- The Invasion

On a peaceful morning I wake up grudgingly and climb out of bed. The scenery appears calm. It is a typical, gorgeous, French day. It reminds me of my typical, gorgeous, French girl. The birds chirp, a humble breeze whispers, and the sun burns in the distance. Ironically, the sound of gunshots and screaming fills the air. The rumors were true. The English are invading.
I run outside, bags in hand. There, running in the distance is Constance, my love. I run to meet her. As we near each other, a wall of flames rises up between us. Only seconds away from being with her. But I am east, and she is west. These opposites don’t attract.

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